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We’re so thankful to Marie Claire for reporting on how women tend to pay more than men for most things. The practice is called gender pricing, and it's everywhere. Gender pricing takes place in the sale of health insurance, dry cleaning, haircuts, home mortgages, cars, and many, many more products and services. Toiletries such as shampoos, soaps, razors, and deodorants are marketed differently to men and women, although they are NEARLY IDENTICAL, with the main difference being aesthetics and scent. And you can probably guess who pays more.

Like many Indian-Americans, I grew up watching Bollywood movies. I would sometimes try to get my non-Desi friends to watch the glitzy, musical-number laden films, to mixed responses. But I was overjoyed when the films that were so near and dear to my heart caught the American public’s attention – with the Academy Award nomination for the epic Lagaan (English: Land Tax) in 2001, and the “Jai Ho” fervor in the wake of Slumdog Millionaire.

A recent study conducted by Medco, a company that manages prescription benefits, found that in 2010, women took medication to treat depression or anxiety at a higher rate than men. In a study of two million patients, pharmacy records showed that 26 percent of women took drugs to treat mental-health issues in 2010, compared to 22 percent in 2001. Only 15 percent of men took the same medications in 2010 (up from 12 percent in 2001). Though the precise reason behind these findings isn't clear, Dr.

In the interest of not burying the lede, let me just get it out there now: Willam threw up on the runway last night. Yep, a drag queen threw up on the runway, during the judging, immediately after she had been declared the winner of this week’s challenge. It was one of the weirdest things to ever happen on RuPaul’s Drag Race, until five minutes later when Ru announced who had to sashay away. Nothing else in the episode even seems relevant in light of the giant mysterious bombshell that dropped on everybody’s bewigged heads, but let’s give this recap a shot anyway.

Femcees have a hard time in the hip-hop game. The industry seems to think that it can only acknowledge the work of one female rapper at a time--and each new one gets compared to Nicki Minaj, no matter how little the two have in common. Though female rappers are often treated shittily, talented new acts are popping onto the scene every day. One of my current favorites is Nitty Scott, a Brooklyn-based rapper who spits ridiculous, clever, and insightful bars. Watch and listen to her in the video "Tell Somebody": [video:http://www.youtube.

On our way out of the BUST office this past Friday afternoon, interns Maura, Ginny, and I were remarking on the difficulties of feminist blogging, namely that “We can only say ‘I hate Rush Limbaugh’ so many times!” Since calling Georgetown Law student Sandra Fluke a slut, Limbaugh's been all over the news because of his ludicrous defense of his actions, and buzz has continued over the number of advertisers who've dropped his show. I’m certainly not the only one who’s totally sick of hearing about Limbaugh at all.

I’m embarrassed to admit it, but I should come right out and say it: my name is Molly, and I’m a Francophile. Clichéd, but true—I read French street-style blogs, I am an obsessive stinky-cheese fan, I’ve visited France on multiple occasions, and I studied the language for close to nine years. (Which means I can speak it well enough to order something complicated in a restaurant, but not well enough to have a discussion about Truffaut.) So I was easily won over by Justice, the French electro-pop band whose tunes you can hear virtually everywhere nowadays.

    Attention all NYC-based, Madonna-lovin' BUSTies: this Thursday, March 22, (Le) Poisson Rouge is hosting the March Madness Madonnathon to celebrate the publication of Madonna & Me: Women Writers on the Queen of Pop. The (incredibly titled) Madonnathon is part of a weekly event at The Gallery at LPR called The Soundtrack Series -- where host Dana Rossi invites writers to spill their stories about songs that they always associate with certain events in their lives.

I forget that men are also affected by the culture that preaches coupling and romance over single life. Though the statistics are proving that we—lady and boy—Americans are living la vida solo more and more, our cultural anxieties to find “the one” and to be in a “together” has not stopped.  And that is where New York based comedian/actor/writer Rob Michael Hugel comes in. He takes the deep neurosis of a young, single, relationship-loving man and makes it into comedic gold.

  We reminded you last Friday that International Anti-Street Harassment Week is this week. Hope you're all fighting back in whatever way suits you best: blogging, a well-placed status update, or speaking out on the streets in safe and responsible ways. Permanent Wave, the rad feminist collective of artists and activists based in Brooklyn, shared this video in honor of the Stop Street Harassment campaign on their Tumblr: [video:http://www.youtube.
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